Chapter 63: Reserved!

The next morning, Chen Fan handed the channel contract to Meng Rongrong.

Meng Rongrong was taken aback, but said nothing more.

Since it was given by Xiaofan, she accepted it without worry.

Shao Zining and Jiang Ni both had things to attend to, so only Li Youran and Chen Fan remained at home.

“Fourth Sister, when are we leaving?”

Li...

Over time, beneath Black Demon Ridge, a settlement of human cultivators of considerable scale gradually took shape.

Shu Wang especially wanted to nod decisively—after all, they were not exactly on speaking terms, were they?

Within his dantian, the mysterious core emitting a faint azure glow grew slightly larger, and its halo shone a bit brighter.

He could simply walk away, but if An Haiyao were implicated, things would take a disastrous turn. Even though his strength now far surpassed most people in the original dimension—

Guan Xi was helpless. He had been planning to wait for Dr. Chen to ask out of curiosity, so he could directly state his purpose.

“Once this is resolved, I’ll reward you with ten million directly,” Mu Jingge said, not hesitating to spend money.

At the emperor’s banquet that followed, the two elders subtly imparted their teachings to him; that night, one of them even knocked him unconscious, and later he discovered writing on the ground.

Many complications can’t be detected immediately; they may only appear a few days later. So, even if everything seems fine now, one can’t afford to be careless.

Heizi pondered for a moment, then looked at Guan Xi and said, “You’re not wrong, but how can we ensure that gathering everyone together will truly be safer? If a powerful beast appears, who would risk their life to defend others?”

Wang Qi sneered inwardly, thinking that although Long Gui wore a smiling face, his heart was vicious enough to deserve his infamous title. It was as if he weren’t killing a person, but merely some random animal. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. His hands came crashing down, but not toward Hua Jiemeng.

Li Wu knew that, even though on the Shanhai map this was just a tiny spot, in reality, it was an immense sea.

This cave, around the bend, opened up into a slightly larger space. It seemed someone had stayed there before; at the very back was a large rectangular stone block with a smooth surface, probably used as a stone bed.

Ye Xuan had no idea that Long Gui had walked through the gates of hell and that just recovering to his current state was already a miracle. Hearing Long Gui say his formidable poison arts had vanished completely took Ye Xuan by surprise.

He pounded on the circular barrier, trying to attract the attention of the two hunters, but it was futile—there was still no reaction.

When the men had loosened the coffin lid and pried it aside with an iron hook, one hurried over, clung to the coffin’s edge, and shone his flashlight inside.

Gongsun Qing yawned and muttered, “Fat Uncle, you talk too much. I’ll get up and study now.” Mazha Zhi, seeing everyone in the courtyard, got up to cook some pine nuts, thinking to himself that since both kids were training in martial arts, their strength had to keep up.

Soon, a brother in a white coat arrived with the ambulance, checked someone’s eyelids, and declared it was likely food poisoning.

Inside the cave, more than a dozen wolves rushed out, fleeing into the darkness of the forest as if their lives depended on it.

As soon as the words were spoken, Ao Yuan strode over to the simple bed, sat down carefully with a straight back and a composed gaze, staring at Murong Qingran.

“Half a month later? The second day of the second lunar month, when the dragon raises its head—you’re right, that Buddha fellow really knows how to pick a date!” Zhang Jingwan laughed beside me.

“Jiajia, with Nan Jinfeng looking after you, I’m at ease!” Mother Ai gave Nan Jinfeng a meaningful look, as if entrusting her daughter to him for the future. She felt that her daughter had grown up and could now spread her wings and fly on her own.